(Sorry, just killing time...) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msXAX6DzR8w http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msXAX6DzR8w
I know that it's night, when you arrive at your home, dark. Loneliness hits (you) without saying its name. When you read my letter, you'll hear an echo You'll see the stains that you reckon are rain. I'm going outside, in light. On my face I can feel the wind. Couldn't feel it in the house where won't never return, I guess. I'm not going anywhere, "nowhere" (doesn't) come to me, because-of / for me. Only stains on a paper, so don't get mad. Things won't change a bit because of them...
